Brownie

I’ve done it before but since I have been on this “I’ll embrace the natural beauty of my hair” credo for the past few years now, it took some time for my sister to convince me to dye my hair.  I think she’s bored with my hair.  There’s also that possibility that she’s fed up with my musings about my unruly hair.  So last Saturday, I relented and had my hair dyed.  She chose the color, which was a bit light to my taste.  Since I was in a “go ahead and do what you want” mood, I also had it chopped.  This time, it was the hair stylist’s choice.   He thought my hair was too thick so he had it thinned.  They wanted to rebond my hair but I held my ground.

So the result is a brown, short hair for me.

I thought it was too straight for me.

But the following day, when the effects of the hair dryer and the hair iron worn out, my hair was back to its natural wavy state.  And it looked nice. 

It’s a bit difficult to manage but I like the fact that everyday, I’m surprised at how it’ll turn out.